Wetness met my fingers as I moved them up and down her slit. A moan broke from her lips and she tried to look away.
“You’re so hot and ready for me, slave. I’m going to enjoy fucking my pussy. Mine. Not yours. Which means I’ll take it whenever I want. Unfortunately for you, you’ll get no satisfaction from this. If you do…tomorrow will be the worst day of your life.”
I pushed my fingers in, letting her adjust. After a few thrusts, the wetness was unbelievable.
“Too bad you won’t be coming. Next time, you’ll think before you disobey me again.”
“I will, Sir. Please.”
My hand went from a loose hold on her throat to clasping over her mouth. “I said no speaking. Your begging is pointless.” I eased my cock into her, watching her eyes roll back as I inched my way in. It was almost impossible not to close my own. She was so hot and tight. I wanted to bask in the euphoria of the moment. But not if it meant she’d get it, too. I was here for one thing. Me.
The thrusts turned hard. Fast. My hand never moved from her face as I pounded into her pussy. Muffled moans vibrated my palm and raced down to the balls. My cock slammed into her hard and she arched even more. I felt her pussy slightly spasm around me and I stopped, tightening my grip. “What did I tell you? Push it away, kitten. You can’t handle the consequences. It’s lying right over there where you moved it. You want that?”
Kaitlyn’s eyes darted to the general location of where the whip lay on the floor, but still she tried to move.
Slowly, I began to slide into her again. Pressure still hugged around my thickness and I clenched my jaw against it. Damn it, if she had an orgasm I was going to be pissed. It was my own fault. If I wasn’t so hell bent on fucking her, I could have just come in her mouth. At the thought, I went fast. Brutally so. I slammed into Kaitlyn with everything I had. A scream was yelled against my palm and then she did it. She fucking bit me. Cum shot out so hard that I could barely see her face as I scrambled to reapply my hand. I didn’t get that far as with the wave after wave I released into her.
“There. Happy, Sir? I didn’t come.”
I fell to the side of her, trying not to smile at the poutiness in her voice. “You bit me. Did I tell you to do that?”
I looked over and she turned her head toward me. “Yes.”
My lips parted. “No. I did not.”
She shrugged. “I could have sworn you told me to. Must have been my lack of orgasm fucking up my mind.”
Before I knew it, my hand was on her throat. “This isn’t a game, Kaitlyn. Everything I’m doing is for your benefit.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Really? What did I get out of that, Sir?” The lack of air made it hard to hear her words, but I understood them. I let go, lying back.
“Well, not that. That was for me. But, this,” I gestured to the room, “this is for you.”
“I’m trusting you’re right.”
I felt my brow crease as I took in her words. She knew and was trusting me. Would she continue to do so, or would she break? I made myself sit up and reach over for the keys. As I undid the shackles on both sides of her, I contemplated what loomed ahead. No, she wouldn’t break. I wouldn’t let her. I’d force to her to be strong. To forge ahead. She’d do this if it damn well killed her.
Chapter 14
Kaitlyn
I missed Blake’s warmth. The security I felt when he was holding me. I craved his contact just as much as I longed for his voice. My body was tired, but I felt far from weak. The whip that stood just out of reach taunted me. For what felt like the first few hours, I couldn’t even look at it. Now I found myself glaring at the damn thing. Why was I so afraid of it? The braided leather couldn’t hurt me. Well, it could in the hands of the wrong person, but I had my Master. He wasn’t about to beat me with it.
My feet shifted and were at the point of giving out again. Blake had made me run another mile and a half this morning. Instead of the stationary bike or elliptical like I’d wanted, I was stuck doing ab exercises. Ab! As if I needed to work on those. What the hell was I, a man? I liked the fact that I didn’t have rippling muscles in my stomach. Whatever. I didn’t understand his ways, but I knew it was increasing my stamina and that was the important thing. Before it was over with, I was going to be running his road with no problems. Let him try to race me. I’d smoke his ass. Probably not, but I’d try.
A groan left my mouth and I gave the chains a jerk, more hoping to feel my hands than anything else. Nothing. Dead weight. I was dreading the pins and needles that were going to follow. Those were the worst.
“I have to go to the restroom, Sir.” Only the third time I’d yelled it in the last twenty minutes. Maybe he was ignoring me, or perhaps he couldn’t hear. All I knew was, if he held out much longer, I was no doubt going to be on carpet cleaning duty because my bladder had been ready to burst an hour ago.
The door swung open and the light blinded me with how quick he flipped it on. Sacks hung from one hand and he was carting a mirror almost as tall as him. I inwardly groaned. After he’d unchained me last night, I sat in the restroom for an hour staring at myself until I nodded off and face planted right into the glass. Now it seemed like I was getting out of my trip and staying more isolated in my new room.
“Were you calling me?”
“Only for twenty minutes or so. I have to go to the restroom, Sir. Like…really bad.”
The contents he held fell to the bed and he placed the mirror down against the wall in front of me. The reflection was startling. That was me…hanging like that? My hair a mess and red marks still blotched my legs and stomach from Blake’s crop. He’d had quite the time before he’d left me here this morning. I watched him work the crop with the grace of a Master, too in awe of him to even focus on the pain.
My eyes dropped down to the collar. Damn, I liked the looks of that. I couldn’t help but smile. Blake’s face leaned over, blocking my view.
“What’s so funny?”
I let the smile fade and looked down. “Nothing’s funny. I was just admiring what I saw, is all.”
“You like this? He stepped back and turned, meeting my returning gaze in the mirror.
“I like this.” I lifted my neck and smiled again, all the while dancing against my need to go to the restroom. Blake took a deep breath and reached up, unhooking the restraints. I was immediately caught and couldn’t help the cry that left me. It hurt so damn bad that I could hardly breathe past the aching. At least he didn’t let me hit the ground when my weight registered. This time, he had me more on my toes. I didn’t understand the need to lift me higher, but I realized the level of difficulty on my part had been amped up. I guess that was important for whatever he wanted the outcome to be. I trusted he knew what he was doing and I did already feel the tiniest bit stronger.
“There. Let yourself adjust.” The hold he had on my sides loosened until I was standing on my own. Only then did he step back. My arms throbbed as he nodded his head. “You have five minutes to be back in here. Make sure it happens.”
Each step was a torture to my calves. I managed to get to the restroom and go, but wasn’t sure how I was doing on timing. After I washed my hands, I forced myself as fast as I could back to the room. Blake was gone.
What did he expect me to do? I searched my mind for everything I knew of slaves and their Masters. Deep down, I wanted to be a good one. The need to impress him was one of my top priorities. When I gave myself to something, I put everything I had into it. My submission was the key to me getting better. I had to believe that. To accomplish what Blake and I both wanted, I had to comply with everything he wanted. Kneel and wait.
I more collapsed than eased to the ground. Constant prickling terrorized my arms as I sat on my aching legs and let the blood return all the way to my fingertips. I lowered my head and waited. With my eyes closed, I tuned into all the surrounding sounds. With the constant silence, my senses didn’t take long to heighten.
Rustling in the far off distance was follo
wed by a small thump. My mind wouldn’t register what it could be. The noise didn’t appear the least bit familiar. It didn’t sound like fabric necessarily, but something heavier.
Silence once again settled through the house and I waited for something more. For minutes, there was nothing.
“Stand.”
I jumped at Blake’s voice not far from me. How had he made it so close without making a single sound? No footsteps. Not even a breath had given him away. Damn, he was good. I wanted to be able to move around like that. Not that I’d ever really need to, but a skill that handy could help if a situation ever presented itself.
Rising took everything I had, but I managed. Clothes were thrown at me and my hands didn’t respond nearly fast enough. The material hit my face and fell to the floor.
“Get dressed. You’re going to eat, then we’re taking a trip.”
“A trip?” My heart raced. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to leave anywhere. This was my safe haven. I could face my biggest fear in this house. Place me in a public place and my confidence deflated.
Blake stepped back and I bent over, picking up the clothes. My arms were beginning to work again, but my legs were as weak as water. It would take a few hours before they were somewhat back to normal, but from the way he talked, I wasn’t going to have time to recuperate before we left.
“Where are we…” my lead lowered and I took a deep breath. “May I ask where we’re going, Sir?”
“No, you may not. But I am proud that you asked correctly.” Blake walked over and grabbed the key to my collar and I took a step back as he approached. “Come.”
Again, I walked back. What was he doing? He couldn’t take it off. Collars weren’t meant to be removed. At least from what I’d heard. Trip…was he taking me back to California? Was I doing that badly in my training? Although the fear of returning was there, it wasn’t crushing like before. My main problem with the thought was that I wasn’t ready to give up being a slave. Wasn’t anywhere near being done letting Blake make me stronger. The role I was in was one I needed. It was helping a little each day. I could feel it.
“Kaitlyn.” The side of his mouth rose into a smile, but fell as he seemed to realize what I was doing. “Get over here so I can change your collar.”
“Change?”
My eyes followed Blake as he walked to the bed and rummaged through the sacks. A dark blue bag with fancy font was pulled out and he reached inside removing two long cases. Slowly, I stepped forward.
The first case was opened, revealing a choker made up of four rows of pearls. Centered in the middle was a diamond encrusted heart. It shimmered in the light with his slight movement. “Day collar.” He opened the next. The necklace was identical except, instead of pearls, diamonds glistened. In the middle, the same heart. “Formal collar.”
Words wouldn’t come as I looked at them. I almost couldn’t believe it. The gifts spoke volumes and all I could think was, he wanted to keep me. For real. This was no sick or temporary twisted game. My eyes rose to him. To Blake.
I stepped forward, within his reaching distance. My head leaned back exposing my neck.
“You thought I was taking you back.” Not a question. He knew what had been on my mind.
“Yes, Sir.”
Blake’s fingers glided up my throat, teasing the sensitive skin. I closed my eyes, shivering. The need I had for him sent waves of heat pouring from my body. He hadn’t touched me lovingly in days. The withdrawal of physical affection had to have been the hardest. Not the cuffs, or the crop, or even the whip anymore. They didn’t make me want to weep. Blake’s brief presences were all business. All Master. But he withheld the one thing I needed the most. Tender contact. A sign that what he was doing was combined with feelings of want. Not duty.
The collar left my neck and I immediately missed the weight. He turned me, lifting my hair to rest over my shoulder as he put on the new one. I looked down, wishing I could see it. The lips that grazed against the back of my neck caused me to moan. I stood stiffly, wanting nothing more in the world than to turn around and throw myself at him. Or to at least lean back into the warmth and hardness of his body. Instead, I did as he expected. I didn’t move.
“Get dressed, kitten. I’ll be preparing your food.”
I didn’t turn around until the door was closed. Only then did I let the heaviness in my chest nearly bring me to my knees. How much longer would the torture of him withholding go on? There wasn’t much more I could take.
The black jeans and sweater had me remembering how cold it’d been this morning. The thunderstorm that had rolled in last night hadn’t prepared me for the contrast in the temperatures. When Blake had mentioned Texas weather, I hadn’t believed him. The frigid wind that had left my skin frozen while I ran was damn near as cold as Russia. At least, it had felt that way.
I sat on the edge of the bed and dressed. The new mirror drew my attention and I walked over, running my fingers over my new collar. So beautiful against the dark colors. It was a bit much for what I was wearing, but I didn’t care. Pride in my Master’s gift left me smiling. I loved it. More so than I could ever remember caring for anything I’d ever bought or had been given. What Blake had done by presenting me with an object of his ownership, he’d never know. I’d never be able to express to him in words the magnitude of what it meant. If there was ever a reason to continue to work hard for both him and myself, all I would have to do is remember what rested around my neck. It was a sign of commitment, of trust, and most importantly, belief. His belief in me, and that made me believe in myself. I could do this. With continued work and discipline, I could be the best version of Kaitlyn. Time was all it would take, and Blake would know when I was ready.
The smell of food wafted throughout the room as I slid on the black boots that came just below my knees. The leather clung to my calves and the soles were flat. I instantly liked them. I wouldn’t have to worry about twisting my ankle by accident. Blake had done well with picking them out, or someone had. He mentioned a woman before. Maybe she had supplied them. I wasn’t exactly sure where my Master went while I was cuffed for hours, but it did make me wonder.
Minestrone soup was steaming from a bowl at the bar as I approached. My stomach growled as if on cue and I pulled out the stool. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” Another smile came to his face as he fixed his bowl and it made me curious as to what he was thinking. All I could hope for was that his good mood indicated something good to come. The trip made me nervous. If I could figure out the basics, maybe I would calm a bit. But I didn’t want to push him and make him angry. Perhaps I’d be treated for my compliance. Yes. In a way that hopefully would bring me release. The tension was building inside, close to what had drove me to cut to begin with. I tried pushing the feeling away, but I was powerless against the suffocation of my harbored turmoil. I always had been. Maybe if I were honest about it like I should have been from the beginning, Blake would help me.
“Sir?”
He placed the ladle down and carried his bowl to the bar to come sit next to me. “Yes, Kaitlyn?”
How was I supposed to tell him what I needed without sounding desperate? “I need to ask something of you.”
Pale blue eyes glanced over and he picked up the spoon, focusing on his soup. “What’s that?”
“My head…” No, that wasn’t how I should put it. “I’m...” I sighed, aggravated. I was never good with expressing anything and this relationship was new in almost every way. For so long, I’d been in control. Made it so. Now, I was depending on this man to do what was right for me. How had I fallen so far? I knew how, but it was such a far drop from my throne in the clouds of my mind. Knowing that, I was still okay with it. Although hard, I preferred this. I just had to figure out how to communicate to make it work.
“Keep going. You’re not going to stop until I know exactly what it is that’s bothering you.”
I took a bite, letting all sorts of words filter through, trying my bes
t to find the ones that matched how I was drowning on the inside. “I can’t seem to figure out how to say it. I’m…full. No.” I shook my head. “It’s all too much. I can’t think.”
“You need me to hurt you.”
My eyes glanced over to connect with his. The hunger made me instantly wet. “It’s not just about the pain, Sir. You did plenty with your crop earlier. I need something more. I used to cut to make it go away, but I really don’t want to get started in that again. Especially since you just…did it and it didn’t work as well as I thought it would. There has to be another way. Can you help me?”
“Absolutely, kitten. Now, eat. We’ll go over that later.”
Deflated, I obeyed. Couldn’t we talk about it now? I was asking for his help and he should provide it. Like…right this minute.
Keeping quiet and not lashing out when all I wanted to do was smash my soup against the wall, was killing me. Patience wasn’t a virtue any more than speaking my mind was. If I didn’t hold them in, both were going to get me into trouble. No more steps back. I had to keep trying.
The soup disappeared while I stayed focused on keeping calm. The moment I finished, Blake swept my bowl away to the sink and turned, facing me. “Tonight, you’re going to get plenty of release, Kaitlyn. Stop pouting. I’ll fuck all that emotion away until you’re nothing but a content little slave cuddled in my arms. Now, smile, we’re off to do some shopping. Grab your jacket, it’s cold as hell outside.”
“Shopping? Didn’t you just get back from doing that?”
He looked over at me almost disappointed. “I’d never leave you here alone while restrained, Kaitlyn. I had a friend of mine drop everything off.” He grabbed the keys, leading me to the closet by the front door. “Besides, we’re not going for clothes. Something a hell of a lot better.” Blake didn’t care to elaborate as he walked me to the car and opened my door. The kiss he placed against my cold cheek once again made me come alive, but it was gone just as fast as it came.
The engine turned over and I buckled up, pulling the restraint tight. I glanced in his direction as he pulled the car around and turned onto the road. The smile present on his face was one that was contagious. I couldn’t help but mirror his expression. The anxiety inside somewhat vanished and I let myself live in the moment. My Master was happy. That meant something. I’d be happy, too.
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